The Blood Demon Great Hall.
Blood Demon Bradwell stared at the account books Black and Mephisto had presented, his face expressionless.
And yet...
Crack!
A long fissure split the floor beneath his feet.
That alone showed how furious Blood Demon Bradwell was.
Traitors!
Traitors beyond a doubt!
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
Bradwell's voice was cold as ice, thick with Killing Intent.
"Yes! As you command, Blood Demon Lord!"
Black answered first, claiming the pleasant task of killing them for himself.
Mephisto curled his lip but said nothing.
He still looked down on Black, but he had to admit Black had handled this well. He had exposed the Sanders Family as traitors in one stroke.
If Black wanted the job of wiping out their entire Family, he was welcome to it.
Mephisto assumed Black had merely stumbled upon the Sanders Family's hidden treachery by sheer luck.
But then...
Rather than leave with his orders, Black dropped to one knee.
"Blood Demon Lord, the Sanders Family may be small, but they're a lead—a thread that could unravel every traitor!"
"Oh? Through them?"
Blood Demon Bradwell was skeptical.
But as Black continued, he gradually won him over.
The Sanders Family might be small, but they were remarkably active and had business dealings with many other Families.
More importantly, they had risen rapidly over the years. They must have encroached on plenty of other Families' territory, yet no major disputes had ever broken out. What did that prove?
It proved the Sanders Family had some way of making others back down, or accomplices clearing the path for them.
And what decent force would clear the path for the Sanders Family?
Chances were they were fellow traitors.
Investigating the Sanders Family might well reveal the force behind them. From there, they could follow the